And whenever I try to move it, the lump is still there. In my throat. I try to become better, to improve myself, but the lump always reappears. It's difficult to swallow. I might have to gather all my strength to digest it.
But the thought that my efforts are in vain is even harder to digest.
So I gargle. I cough. I try to shake it loose, even a little.
Yet the knot remains, taking up as much space as it can, growing, evolving like a malady, devouring every attempt I make to grow.61Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8U4mPO2mwx
I look into the mirror, searching for my future self, but the image staring back is only of a painfully ordinary person who never stood out.61Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJ7ojPNF0iU
Then I realize the mirror is made of the same matter as the tightening lump in my throat. And the room I'm standing in is a cavern deep inside my own mind. 61Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnFGDqN93Wu
and then Add to home screen.